There once was a boy named Lord Alfred Tully. One day pipe cleaners were cleaning Boston’s gross, disgusting and green moldy pipes. After awhile, one of the cleaners found something. “Look what I found!” yelled one of the workers. All the workers turned quickly. They found a six foot baby writing very quickly with chalk on the walls. “He can out write a typewriter,” said one of the workers. “I wonder where he came from?” asked one of the workers. “We should name him Lord Alfred Tully!” yelled at one of the workers. They all decided to name him Lord Alfred Tully. They took him out of the pipes and cleaned all the mold and stuff off of him. One day there was a note for the workers. It said, “I’m leaving. I’m going to school to learn and write.” “I’m really going to miss Lord Alfred Tully,” sobbed all the workers. So he went to school in Boston. Twenty years later he grew up to be a teacher in a Boston Public School. “It’s going to be so fun to be a teacher,” said Lord Alfred Tully. Then the bell rang and then came in his first class as a teacher. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas Day opening presents. “Hello kids my name is Lord Alfred Tully,” he said. Then, he wrote his name on the board. It didn’t even take him a second. The students stared, mouths hanging open they were amazed with his speed writing on the chalkboard. “Alright let’s start practicing essays,” he said. “I will write an example on the board,” acknowledged Mr. Tully. It took him thirty seconds to write. He wrote I very fast. It was a very good example. All the kids were shocked. “He can write as fast as a cheetah can run!” yelled one of the kids. “His hands are lightning!” yelled another. As you can see Lord Alfred Tully can write really fast, but only on the chalkboard. One day, Principal Bentz came into the classroom. “We are getting these new boards called Promethean Boards,” said the principal. The fastest writer in the world Lord Alfred Tully didn’t like this idea at all. “I hope we don’t get these boards,” he said to himself. The next day Lord Alfred Tully went into the Principal Bentz’s office. “Hello Alfred,” said Principal Bentz. “Hello,” he said back. “I came in here to tell you something,” said Lord Alfred Tully. “Then go ahead,” said Principal Bentz. “If we have a contest between the Promethean Board vs. me writing on the chalkboard, if I win I get to keep the chalkboard and we get rid of the promethean,” proclaimed Lord Alfred Tully. The promethean is his evil mad scientist to him. “Sounds like a deal,” said Principal Bentz. The next day was the showdown. Human vs. invention. “The contest is you have to write a full essay. Lord Alfred Tully will write on the chalkboard and Bill Gates will type on the Promethean,” said Principal Bentz. “On your marks, get set, go!” yelled Principal Bentz. Lord Alfred Tully started to write fast, but the promethean pulled ahead. Ten seconds later Lord Alfred Tully pulled ahead and won the race. “Lord Alfred Tully is the winner,” said Principal Bentz. Everyone cheered. “Lord Alfred Tully will keep the chalkboard,” said Principal Bentz. So Lord Alfred Tully kept the chalkboard. The next day Lord Alfred Tully wasn’t in school. He wasn’t in the whole week. No one knew where he went. They think he disappeared to the Colorado Rockies where the snow is chalk dust then he died. So, whenever you hear lightning it is Lord Alfred Tully writing on the chalkboard.
There once was a boy named Lord Alfred Tully. One day pipe cleaners were cleaning Boston’s gross, disgusting and green moldy pipes. After awhile, one of the cleaners found something.
“Look what I found!” yelled one of the workers. All the workers turned quickly. They found a six foot baby writing very quickly with chalk on the walls. “He can out write a typewriter,” said one of the workers.
“I wonder where he came from?” asked one of the workers.
“We should name him Lord Alfred Tully!” yelled at one of the workers. They all decided to name him Lord Alfred Tully. They took him out of the pipes and cleaned all the mold and stuff off of him. One day there was a note for the workers. It said, “I’m leaving. I’m going to school to learn and write.”
“I’m really going to miss Lord Alfred Tully,” sobbed all the workers. So he went to school in Boston.
Twenty years later he grew up to be a teacher in a Boston Public School. “It’s going to be so fun to be a teacher,” said Lord Alfred Tully. Then the bell rang and then came in his first class as a teacher. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas Day opening presents.
“Hello kids my name is Lord Alfred Tully,” he said.
Then, he wrote his name on the board. It didn’t even take him a second. The students stared, mouths hanging open they were amazed with his speed writing on the chalkboard.
“Alright let’s start practicing essays,” he said.
“I will write an example on the board,” acknowledged Mr. Tully. It took him thirty seconds to write. He wrote I very fast. It was a very good example. All the kids were shocked.
“He can write as fast as a cheetah can run!” yelled one of the kids.
“His hands are lightning!” yelled another. As you can see Lord Alfred Tully can write really fast, but only on the chalkboard.
One day, Principal Bentz came into the classroom. “We are getting these new boards called Promethean Boards,” said the principal. The fastest writer in the world Lord Alfred Tully didn’t like this idea at all.
“I hope we don’t get these boards,” he said to himself. The next day Lord Alfred Tully went into the Principal Bentz’s office. “Hello Alfred,” said Principal Bentz.
“Hello,” he said back.
“I came in here to tell you something,” said Lord Alfred Tully.
“Then go ahead,” said Principal Bentz.
“If we have a contest between the Promethean Board vs. me writing on the chalkboard, if I win I get to keep the chalkboard and we get rid of the promethean,” proclaimed Lord Alfred Tully. The promethean is his evil mad scientist to him.
“Sounds like a deal,” said Principal Bentz. The next day was the showdown. Human vs. invention.
“The contest is you have to write a full essay. Lord Alfred Tully will write on the chalkboard and Bill Gates will type on the Promethean,” said Principal Bentz.
“On your marks, get set, go!” yelled Principal Bentz.
Lord Alfred Tully started to write fast, but the promethean pulled ahead. Ten seconds later Lord Alfred Tully pulled ahead and won the race.
“Lord Alfred Tully is the winner,” said Principal Bentz. Everyone cheered.
“Lord Alfred Tully will keep the chalkboard,” said Principal Bentz. So Lord Alfred Tully kept the chalkboard.
The next day Lord Alfred Tully wasn’t in school. He wasn’t in the whole week. No one knew where he went. They think he disappeared to the Colorado Rockies where the snow is chalk dust then he died. So, whenever you hear lightning it is Lord Alfred Tully writing on the chalkboard.